HP When Harry is a Genius

Harry had enjoyed his last month with the Dursleys.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon largely ignored him after he got back from his school supplies shopping in Diagon Alley, which gave Harry plenty of alone time to do other things secretly.

For example, Harry re-invested himself from selling homework to his already considerable wealth;

For example, Harry secretly went in and out of Gringotts to exchange a large amount of Galleons into British pounds, and handed them over to a reliable securities broker;

For example, Harry swallowed the advanced potions textbook that Snape gave him all at once, and tried to practice the Fuchsia Curse on it;

For example, taking advantage of the opportunity before entering school, Harry used his magic wand to secretly remodel his bedroom at No. 6 Xiangning Road to be extremely comfortable;

Of course, the changes to the bedroom were kept from the Dursleys, especially Dudley.Harry bet that if Dudley found out, he would have to make a fuss and change it too.

Such as blah blah.

Besides, it's tutoring Dudley.

Dudley was only 11 years old because he skipped grades after Harry all these years, but he has been in middle school for two years, and now he is preparing for the computer competition when the school starts.

Although the contest was all about typing faster, Dudley was still nervous, as his physical dexterity had never been very good.

These days, he often took Harry to tutor him in typing on the keyboard, although Harry really didn't understand why there was any need for tutoring.

Harry privately felt that if the computer raced faster than whose Super Mario was running, Dudley would be number one.

Dudley patted his fat chest with fat hands and told Harry that he would definitely study hard and make progress every day, and that he would be admitted to Imperial College of Technology in the future to realize Harry's unfulfilled dream.

Harry smiled and said that he did not give up on Imperial College, he had already applied for deferred admission, maybe he would go with Dudley then.

It made Dudley have mixed feelings, and his face full of flesh was disappointed, happy, jealous, and sympathetic for a while.

On the last day of August, Harry thought it best to talk to his uncle and aunt about going to King's Cross tomorrow, so he went downstairs to the living room, where his uncle and aunt were watching a quiz show on TV.

Harry cleared his throat to let them know he was coming, and Dudley retreated tactfully into the bedroom.

Uncle Vernon snorted to show he was listening.

"I have to go to King's Cross tomorrow - to Hogwarts."

Uncle Vernon snorted again.

Aunt Petunia said bitterly: "What, what about that dirty monster who abducted Lily? Didn't he come to pick you up at the station? Lily went with him back then."

Harry said, "You mean Snape? He's only responsible for taking me to buy school supplies. I have to go to the station by myself tomorrow. They're all in London anyway, so it's not too far away."

Aunt Petunia fell silent, and Harry waited for a long time for their reply, so he prepared to go upstairs to his bedroom.

At this time, Uncle Vernon spoke up: "It's ridiculous to take the train to the wizarding school. Are all their magic carpets broken?"

Harry said nothing.

Aunt Petunia said meanly: "If those wizards don't use our things, they will be very miserable. Look at those stupid owls. In what age, these monsters still rely on birds to deliver messages. They probably don't Know what telegrams and telephones are! I guess their magic carpet is not much faster than a snail."

"A lot of them are crazy and blah, you'll see, just wait and see! Well, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going around there tomorrow anyway, or I'm not going to make trouble. ’ said Uncle Vernon.

"What are you doing around there?" Harry asked, looking rather cheerful.

"Take Dudley to the nearby hospital," Uncle Vernon snarled, "and have him do a full physical!"

There was the sound of Dudley smashing the bed angrily from upstairs: "I'm in good health, I don't need any shit checks! If you don't like Harry, just say it, don't always use me as a cover!"

The next day, the Dursleys drove Harry to King's Cross Station at 10:30.

Uncle Vernon threw Harry's suitcase on the ground rudely: "Little bastard, get out! Don't expect us to drop you off at the station, our time is precious, and you can't afford it."

Aunt Petunia proudly threw a tattered wallet to him through the gap in the car window: "Boy, I'm afraid that after you starve to death, those women with long tongues will damage my good name!"

Harry picked up the wallet on the ground, and bowed respectfully to the Dursleys in the car.

The faces of the Dursleys turned ugly in an instant.

It was as if they were being terribly insulted by being bowed by Harry.

The husband and wife snorted in unison, and then drove away in the dust. Dudley's ugly drake voice could be heard vaguely: "Harry—happy new term—"

Harry smiled and shook his head.

He walked to a place not far from platforms nine and ten, and Harry figured that platform nine and three-quarters should be between these two platforms.

At this moment, a group of people passed behind him, and occasionally a word or two drifted into his ears.

"Certainly packed with Muggles, keep up, boys."

Harry turned to see that the speaker was a dumpy woman talking to four fiery red-haired boys, including a pair of handsome, energetic twins.

The woman's own hair color is also fiery red, and she is holding a little girl with the same red hair in her hand.

Four red-haired boys each pushed a suitcase like Harry's, and the oldest-looking boy also had an owl.

Harry watched as they rushed to the middle of platforms nine and twelfth, pushing their suitcases, before disappearing.

Harry clenched the ticket in his hand, imitating the four fiery-haired children, pushing the suitcase to the railing between the ninth and tenth platforms, and then was sucked in by a suction force.

He looked ahead, a crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform full of passengers.A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

Looking back, Harry saw that where the railing had been, there was now a wrought iron archway with the words: Platform Nine and Three Quarters written on it.

Smoke from steam locomotives hovered over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors flitted around under their feet.

Amid the humming of the crowd and the noise of lugging heavy luggage, the owls also screeched, and you answered me.

The first few carriages were already full of students, some of them leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, some of them were playing in their seats.

Harry pushed the trolley forward on the platform, looking for an empty seat.

As he passed, a round-faced boy said, "Grandma, I've lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville," he heard an old woman sigh.

Harry noticed the round-faced boy and the family crest on the old woman's clothes, and immediately realized that the boy was another child born at the end of July, Neville Longbottom.

Harry thought to himself, did Voldemort choose himself over Longbottom because he was half-blood like him?

Harry pushed his way through the crowd and found an empty compartment near the rear of the car.

He put Hedwig up there first, and then he used the Levitation Charm to move his suitcase up as well.

Then Harry sat down by the window, and he looked out quietly.

Harry caught sight of the striking red-haired family on the platform and could hear what they were saying.

The family's hair color resembles that of Harry's mother, Lily, and Harry has a crush on the family.

Now the children's mother was pulling out a handkerchief: "Ron, you have something dirty on your nose."

The youngest boy was about to dodge when his mother grabbed him and wiped the tip of his nose.

"Mom—let me go!" He broke free.

"Well, Ron, you've got your nose bumped again, you brat," said one of the twins.

"Shut up," said Ron.

"Where's Percy?" their mother asked.

"Here he is," said the twins.

From a distance, they saw their eldest brother striding towards this side.

He had changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes.

Harry noticed a shiny silver P pinned to his chest.

"I can't stay long, Mother," he said, "I'm at the front, where there are two compartments set aside for the prefects—"

"Why, Percy, you're a prefect!" said one of the twins in a voice of great surprise. "You should have told us. I didn't know anything about it."

"Wait a minute, I think, I remember he said," said the other twin, "once—"

"Maybe twice—"

"Wait a minute--"

"It's been a whole summer—"

"Shut up," said Prefect Percy.

Harry chuckled slightly, and he fell in love with the twins, who were full of life, mischievous and quick-witted, almost immediately.

A whistle sounded.

"Quick!" said their mother.

The three children hurried on board the train, leaning out the window for their mother to kiss good-bye.

Their little sister was crying again.

"Don't cry, Ginny, we'll send lots and lots of owls to find you," said one of the twins.

"Okay, we'll give you a Hogwarts toilet seat," said the other twin.

"George!" Their mother seemed angry.

"Just kidding, Mom." They grimaced.

The train started.

Harry saw the children's mother still waving, and their little sister, crying and laughing, running along with the train until it picked up speed and she was left behind, still waving to them.

Harry was a little envious of this lively wizard family, how warm and harmonious they looked.

But he quickly put his envy behind him, and he became slightly excited: "Dad, Mom, the wizarding world, I'm back!"